Sunday is the day we get stuff done around here. We finally get the last of the laundry folded and put away. We wipe down the kitchen and the bathroom. We sift through toys, move things into storage, and get stickiness off of things that aren’t supposed to be sticky. And then there’s always a few hours where dinner is in the oven and the kids are playing quietly and everything is clean and I think to myself, “Why can’t things be like this all the time?”
There are homes that return to that perfect showroom state every night. I bet you those moms are really tired. I also bet you they’ve seen fewer episodes of Walking Dead and West Wing than I have. So there’s that.